Blank Stare: By JR
Child to Counselor- "I ride the train home each afternoon to find my home empty of all inhabitants inside. And though my family is often rude and out of place, I love them and I scream up into space."
How I hate this blank stare - how expression dies whenever we meet eyes
And I hate how you did care but you never knew just what I went through
Recovering Alcoholic/Father to Alcoholics Anonymous - "You help me everyday to regain my life so I can quit neglecting my kids and my wife, but every word you say just to help me out is so clean cut - it's hard not for me to doubt."
And I hate this blank stare - how expression dies whenever we meet eyes
And I hate how you did care but you never knew just what I went through
Adultress/Mother to herself - "I know my family needs my loving touch but if they knew me then they would know too much. These secret longings I feel are pulling me away. I know these feelings are what's causing my decay."
And I hate this blank stare - how expression dies whenever we meet eyes
And I hate how you did care but you never knew just what I went through.
And I hate this blank stare - how expression dies whenever we meet eyes
And I hate how you did care but you never knew just what I went through.
Blank Stare
- rone rivendale
- Odie
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Blank Stare -- A song/poem/rant by Rone Rivendale
What's wrong with this world today
When the president cares more about who's gay
than about all the suffering people in the jazz state
causing millions of black people to rise up in hate
I don't blame them I just lower my head
Give a blank stare at the ground and sigh in dread
What's wrong with this world today
When it takes our whole wallet full just to pay
For all the gas that we need just to make it to work
While the gas attendant just stands there with his smirk
I shake my fist at his smug face
Give a blank stare and wonder about the human race
What the hell is wrong with this world of ours
When wars is breaking out in every country under the stars
Why do they fight when they know no body can win
No country is right because no country is without sin
World peace is so far far away
A blank stare is all I can give for all the soliders who died today
There's nothing I can do about the President's lack of brain
And nothing I can do about the gas I know it's insane
I can't stop all the wars in the middle east no way
I can't stop what's wrong with this world today
All I can do is give a blank stare
Because that's all the emotion that I can bare
What's wrong with this world today
When the president cares more about who's gay
than about all the suffering people in the jazz state
causing millions of black people to rise up in hate
I don't blame them I just lower my head
Give a blank stare at the ground and sigh in dread
What's wrong with this world today
When it takes our whole wallet full just to pay
For all the gas that we need just to make it to work
While the gas attendant just stands there with his smirk
I shake my fist at his smug face
Give a blank stare and wonder about the human race
What the hell is wrong with this world of ours
When wars is breaking out in every country under the stars
Why do they fight when they know no body can win
No country is right because no country is without sin
World peace is so far far away
A blank stare is all I can give for all the soliders who died today
There's nothing I can do about the President's lack of brain
And nothing I can do about the gas I know it's insane
I can't stop all the wars in the middle east no way
I can't stop what's wrong with this world today
All I can do is give a blank stare
Because that's all the emotion that I can bare
From spoken word to actual singing, I can screw up any style with style. 
"Blank Stare" by Pumpkin Buzzard
Your life got not life in them
As I hack off your limbs
Replace my teeth with flowers
Insane mutation powers
Black ice
Blank stare
No hope
Despair
I’ll save myself to kill you
Kill the lights and turn undead
Infinite night shines through
Posthuman rat in my head
I drain my blood and freeze it
The moon in the sky oozes
I flap my wings in the dark
Becoming nightmare death shark
Shoot up bugs
Eat some guts
I wish I was in a rut
Your life got not life in them
As I hack off your limbs
Replace my teeth with flowers
Insane mutation powers
Black ice
Blank stare
No hope
Despair
I’ll save myself to kill you
Kill the lights and turn undead
Infinite night shines through
Posthuman rat in my head
I drain my blood and freeze it
The moon in the sky oozes
I flap my wings in the dark
Becoming nightmare death shark
Shoot up bugs
Eat some guts
I wish I was in a rut
- rone rivendale
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- king_arthur
- Niemöller
- Posts: 1763
- Joined: Sun Sep 26, 2004 6:56 am
- Instruments: guitar, vocals, bass, BIAB, keyboards (synth anything)
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BLANK STARE / King Arthur
Okay, the Bible don't say it
But I think it's still true,
God helps those
Who know what they're doin'
And they get down to it
With a goal in mind.
So keep on searching
YOu never know what you'll find.
Or you can be that little boy
Who ain't going nowhere
Standing on the corner with a
Blank stare.
They may not teach it
In the big seminars
But the best way to get to the moon
Is to reach for the stars.
You got to give it,
All you got.
You might just discover
You been missing a lot.
Or you can be that girl
Looking like she just don't care
Standing on the corner with a
Blank stare.
The race don't go
To the one who stops,
You keep backing down,
You'll never get to the top.
You ain't gonna find this
In no self-help book,
The ones who've done the taking
Are the ones who had what it took.
The ones who accepted
What will be will be,
And the word "surrender"
Isn't in their vocabulary.
Or you can be the fool
Who ain't gettin' his share
Standing on the corner
With a blank stare.
Okay, the Bible don't say it
But I think it's still true,
God helps those
Who know what they're doin'
And they get down to it
With a goal in mind.
So keep on searching
YOu never know what you'll find.
Or you can be that little boy
Who ain't going nowhere
Standing on the corner with a
Blank stare.
They may not teach it
In the big seminars
But the best way to get to the moon
Is to reach for the stars.
You got to give it,
All you got.
You might just discover
You been missing a lot.
Or you can be that girl
Looking like she just don't care
Standing on the corner with a
Blank stare.
The race don't go
To the one who stops,
You keep backing down,
You'll never get to the top.
You ain't gonna find this
In no self-help book,
The ones who've done the taking
Are the ones who had what it took.
The ones who accepted
What will be will be,
And the word "surrender"
Isn't in their vocabulary.
Or you can be the fool
Who ain't gettin' his share
Standing on the corner
With a blank stare.
"...one does not write in dactylic hexameter purely by accident..." - poetic designs
- Phil. Redmon.
- Goldman
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Blank Stare - Abominominous
The minute before my pen hits the paper
is like a standstill timescapade, a hot headed wait
it's like I get an idea, then I guess I got nothin'
it's like wine from a stone or blood from a grape
The best ideas already taken
everything good's already done
they're gonna somehow know I'm fakin'
this isn't any fun
Losing my focus, I'm oblivionating
Stare at the lightbulb, expecting an answer
It's like a pit in my stomach and I can't overcome it
Tryin' to shake it, what the fuck, what's the matter?
The voice in my head says it happens to everyone,
The voice in my brain is sayin' "everything must go"
The voice in my mind is spreadin' rumours on the other two
So I stare at the paper, fuckin' frozen, you know?
The minute before my pen hits the paper
is like a standstill timescapade, a hot headed wait
it's like I get an idea, then I guess I got nothin'
it's like wine from a stone or blood from a grape
The best ideas already taken
everything good's already done
they're gonna somehow know I'm fakin'
this isn't any fun
Losing my focus, I'm oblivionating
Stare at the lightbulb, expecting an answer
It's like a pit in my stomach and I can't overcome it
Tryin' to shake it, what the fuck, what's the matter?
The voice in my head says it happens to everyone,
The voice in my brain is sayin' "everything must go"
The voice in my mind is spreadin' rumours on the other two
So I stare at the paper, fuckin' frozen, you know?